Is it strange that domesticity can sometimes bring me so much joy?
Here I am – home after a long week of traveling and taking off again at 6am tomorrow – dinner is in the oven, wine in hand, a wonderful weekend has been had by all including worn-out puppy, and I’m folding towels, and I’m just happy.
Is that strange? That a distinct happiness hit me while folding towels?
I hate this expression, but my heart is just so full. Life is busy and chaotic, but these Sunday night moments are my favorite.
Though I may leave again in the morning, tonight I count my blessings and am so very thankful to be home and to be here.
PS – Alabama Shakes is also currently playing on the record player. Favorite song: This Feeling
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.”
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow